by Derek James
Preface:
To be a gay adult male now in the 21st century and living in this age of acceptance and freedom is very exhilarating to say the least. My own father was not a role model for me, in no way at all. As luck and “whoever” lives up in the heavens had it, I found my way as young adult into my Uncle Rex’s life...and heart. I was kicked out of my home, nearly arrested and my Uncle Rex rescued me and set me on a path to a better life and acceptance of being a gale male. We all knew my uncle was gay or bi or pansexual and nearly fifteen years ago, it seemed exotic and totally refreshing to me. A guy who grew up too fast in the north of England and only heard crap about being gay. Uncle Rex opened the door and hell, I raced in. When I came to live with my uncle in North London I was just in my early 20’s and a fucking mess...what an asshole I was. Thought I knew it all. Uncle Rex, gently and with total class, mentored me and I grew in so many ways!
Now all these years have passed and Uncle Rex is still my hero, sappy but true! A very well educated and successful advertising man in the heart of the city and now well into his late fifties, he still amazes and...quite honestly, arouses me like nothing else on earth. The handsome six foot, reddish grey haired man who occasionally grows a cute moustache is for me the ultimate pin-up. Guess I love the older mature types; well Rex Davenport ticks all the right boxes twice over. He even cycles through London on weekends for hours to keep toned and boy, it shows! He is a stunner in his lycra...it hugs that tight cycler’s ass of his like a glove!
And the fact we can be completely open with each other about life and sexuality, is so wonderful. I knew so very much about my uncle and, with his encouragement, I began to write a kind of sexual memoir of his life. The whole idea swept me away and I began on weekends when not busy with my own growing career. And little by little, through using his journals and by grilling him like a detective, I have amassed a very nice computer file full of this remarkable man’s essence. The very intimate and vastly detailed look into being bisexual (for lack of a better term) and highly erotic in the later part of the 20th century until now.
Now the kick or the zinger for you all...Uncle Rex and I share a unique and fantastic fetish, the love of all things male foot oriented! I arrived in London and knew I was gay and knew, much to my shock and horror back then, that I loved men’s feet. Fuck! It made think I was some pervy guy with mental issues. But hell, I was drawn to men’s feet...I mean drawn like a magnetic force. And hell, seeing my Uncle Rex’s socked feet very early on in our life together...it sent me into paradise. Yes, I fell in love with him and his size 11 delights!
The memories of Uncle Rex will also contain relevant memories of my own and together they weave a rich tapestry of erotic moments and full on sexual events.
I will share the memories that seem relevant to this audience here at MFF. Many are told from Uncle Rex’s own perspective and based extensively on his private journals which he has kept for the last 30 years or so. This one is an all time favourite of mine.
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April 1992
The healthy workplace schemes are in full swing in the UK and now my firm of XXXX Advertising Agency has decided we each need to book an appointment with our GP and have a health check. My own GP retired a few years back and I have yet to find another. I needed to get this form filled in on my general health and I needed it done about a month ago. Late as usual! Found a gay friendly GP in the London Gay Men’s Guide and had my “exam” this week.
I left the company office early on Tuesday in my favourite suit. I looked very striking in my dark blue suit and leather loafers as I strode down the street to catch the local bus to ride a few blocks south. I found myself darting nimbly through the crowded sidewalks as if I were still a mere teenage, hell, I was almost 30! I was due at the medical building at 5:30 for my medical exam. I got in to the medical building and ran up the stairs to the proper waiting room. An attractive older man was waiting there at the desk. The older male receptionist was about 60 and had just that frosting of grey hair that looks so attractive.
I was greeted warmly and asked to fill in a question sheet about my health so far. The older man watched me and I knew he found me highly pleasing to the eye. I knew I was being watched and loved it! It was either my red wavy hair or the jaunty moustache I sported, something always caught their eye!
"When Doctor Martin is ready, he will come and bring you in for your exam. You are his last tonight,” said the older gentleman receptionist.
"Fine!" I replied.
"The doctor and I have worked together for many years now and I often assist in his exams,” said the handsome older fellow with a wink.
Well, I was rather pleased. I enjoyed being seen and loved to show off. The exhibitionist in me is growing and why stifle it!
Doctor Martin strode into the room and I stood up.
The doctor was a balding, heavy set man also in his 60's and very distinguished looking. "Come with me,” he said in a deep, sexy voice.
Privately, I melted just a bit. I do like older guys!
I followed and the receptionist came behind him.
The doctor sat me down in the inner rooms, closed the door and introduced himself and the receptionist. Bernie and Doctor Martin made a perfectly sexy couple and Rex was thrilled to be examined by this manly team.
"This will be a full exam and very personal. Hope that's ok?” said Doctor Martin.
Again I wanted to just begin to dance and sing for joy but held my composure.
"Fine. Shall I undress?" I asked with possibly a hopeful twang.
"Yes,” exclaimed both men at once.
I slipped off my favourite size 11 well-loved loafers first. My very moist dress socks clung to my shapely high arched feet. I was eager to be nude before these two hungry onlookers. Bernie prepared the exam table and instruments while I slowly stripped off my suit coat and slid it onto a nearby chair. Next I stood and undid my tie and placed it with the now growing pile of clothing in the chair. Bernie laughed and moved forward and folded the coat and tie neatly for me.
“That’s my Bernie! Always a fuss pot!” the doctor shared with a grin.
Bernie next assisted me in the undoing two final buttons of my blue dress shirt, folded it and put it away followed by the suit trousers which Bernie nearly grabbed in excitement. I found myself standing before the two gents in my tight black brief underwear and my gold-toe black OTC socks.
“You seem to be in excellent health and you look very fit for your near 30 years,” the doctor said as he began with his stethoscope upon my ginger furred chest and smooth back. I breathed deeply and the doctor moved the stethoscope about and smiled.
“Fine! Just as I thought. You are very fit. Now lie up on the table and let me examine your body more carefully,” Doctor Martin purred in that deep smoky voice.
I complied quickly and lay back on the comfortable exam table whilst Doctor Martin began to feel my vital organs in and around my furry, slender mid-section.
Bernie stood taking notes for the doctor at the base of the table by my socked feet. Bernie being a very good assistant was very in tune with his role and between notes managed to gently reach, to my utter delight and shock, down and caress my silky moist socked foot. He was gently moving up my socked calf with his warm finger tips. Hell, I felt a rise in my underwear pouch as the doctor pronounced me as sound as a bell.
“Now let’s see. You seem healthy in every way so far. Is everything in working order in the bedroom area of your life?” the doctor asked in a warm tone.
I smiled and said, “I seem to make far too much pre-cum when I am aroused. It streams out and gets rather messy.”
Bernie exclaimed, “Oh, dear! The Doctor and I had a man in here recently who complained he did not make enough pre-cum. How much is too much?”
“Good point, Bernie! All men need a healthy amount but I would need to see what you mean by too much,” the doctor explained with a warm smile.
Now at this stage I knew that the so called, exam, just might be more off the record than real but prayed it would still satisfy the form I needed filling in for work.
So I was rather eager to show them both and gently slid my briefs down his my furry legs where Bernie then gently slid them over socked toes and onto the clothing pile in the chair.
My uncut cock lay rigid against my furry tummy and a pool of pre-cum oozed out of the nearly visible slit partly concealed by my rather ample foreskin.
“This needs a much closer look, Bernie. Get my examination gloves so that I may begin to explore the extent of the problem here in this region,” the doctor said as he waved his hand over my manly tool.
I looked up at both men and smiled saying, “I really am VERY open to any therapy you have to offer.”
It was said in jest but let’s face it, I am almost 30 and horny as hell. I love older guys and this situation is role play heaven.
Bernie handed Doctor Martin the latex gloves and slid each of them on with skill and speed.
“Glad you are open to our help. This is the type of work in which Bernie and I relish,” the doctor said with gusto. I agreed with my twinkling green eyes and keen smile. The pre-cum pool at the tip of my cock glistened in the office light and the clear liquid seemed to be filling my belly button. Doctor Martin leaned in and placed his bifocals on the tip of his nose so as to have a better look at the situation. The doctor then took hold of my cock and moved the foreskin back and forth exposing the juicy pink knob which was very moist with pre-cum.
“Doctor, I think you may begin to see my problem. Carry on, please,” I coaxed in a now breathy voice.
Bernie watched as the doctor gently manipulated my rigid pole managing to get a fairly steady stream of pre-cum oozing forth. It trickled down the foreskin covered shaft to make the doctor’s latex gloves wet. I could feel sweat beading on my chest and forehead as I began to become fully aroused. My mind swam and I found that I moved my hips along with the gentle pulses of the doctor’s steady hand strokes.
“Bernie, we must see how much pre-cum he can make before full ejaculation occurs. Any ideas on making him even wetter?” asked the doctor.
“Prostate stimulation often aides in this type of situation and I have several devices on the instrument table we might use to get a better result,” Bernie offered. Doctor Martin continued stroking with his right hand while using his left hand to explore my very tight ball sack.
“Hmm… very tight and his balls go so far up inside him the more he becomes aroused,” the doctor noted.
“Amazing! So tight and compact,” gushed Bernie as he carried over a long slender anal probe with a battery operated stimulator tip.
Not the norm I’d say for a medical office, but I played along.
“I shall remove these latex gloves now. I need more direct contact at this point,” the doctor announced.
Bernie took away the gloves, holding them to his nose and inhaling the manly scent of my man-juice prior to their disposal. However, Bernie decided they were worth holding on to as a souvenir of this exam session and placed them where they could be recovered later, no doubt!
Doctor Martin carried on delightfully stimulating my cock and balls using his warm, firm bare hands. I continued to respond to this therapy as my juices kept flowing from the cock head. Meanwhile Bernie lubricated the anal probe and gently tilted the foot of the exam table downward.
“Bend your knees and place your socked feet at either side of the table here,” Bernie directed.
Well, clad now in only my black thin OTC gold-toe socks, I did as asked and placed my big feet and knees in required position. Bernie eyed my superbly furry hole (of which I am so proud) as it appeared under my tight ball sack still being fondled with tender care by the doctor. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations my body was experiencing. Bernie moved the exam stool into position at the foot of the table and sat facing my rather perfect and enticing man-hole. Next he placed a lubricated finger gently upon the tender rosebud before he pressed it inward, causing me to utter a moan of pleasure. Fucking Hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Very good Bernie! I see an increase in pre-cum already… Amazing!” the doctor extolled. “Keep at it and probe deeply,” he added for good measure.
Bernie pushed his index finger all the way into my now moist tunnel and found that secret spot. Mother Almighty!! I yelped a few more unrecognizable words or two and opened my shaky legs wider. Bernie pressed by adding another finger inside simulating the rhythm of the doctor’s cock strokes. I was feeling total stimulation and desperately wanted to climax. Bravely, I just held back in the name of science or fun. Who cares!
“We shall see soon how much stimulation he can take. He is producing great amounts of pre-cum now,” Doctor Martin announced.
Bernie was busy using his right hand within my ass while letting his left hand roam over to my right leg. Feeling the muscular calf, he knew I must be a keen cyclist or runner. Bernie next grabbed hold of my nearest socked foot and moved it up towards his face so that my moist socked foot lay against his warm cheek. Bernie noisily inhaled that divine manly leathery scent that comes from a well-worn sock at the end of a long busy day at work. Perfume of the Gods!
And hell, my day had been busy! I knew my warm, moist pair of socks would be rather rank but in very nice way. A smell only a male foot lover would adore and adore Bernie did.
He worked that warm socked foot of mine and he rubbed it from chewable smooth heel to ticklish toes all over his face and his nose kept whiffing and drinking in my scent. All the while, mind you, he never stopped his ass work. My load was so close to blowing, I thought I might just pass out. I think this is what I have always craved secretly, being worshipped. My socked foot was being worshipped and my Holy Heaven, it was so fucking awesome! The doctor just kept up his cock and ball work and Bernie, bless him, initiated me into this wonderful world of foot love and play.
I lay with my legs spread open and moving in rhythm, engulfing Bernie’s two probing fingers deep inside my anal canal. Bernie’s index fingertip just managed to hit the right spot to make me moan all the more with building pleasure. Doctor Martin continued to milk my stiff cock for all the pre-cum he could produce but carefully stopped for breaks if it seemed that I would come too close to a climax.
Bernie, fully intoxicated by my hot socked foot aroma, gently withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the anal probe. I felt the change within and waited for yet more new sensations to begin.
“You may feel some pulses and gyrations while I use this device. Let me know when I hit the right place to ensure maximum effect,” Bernie explained, as he pushed the anal probe deeper into my wanting ass and switched on the small motor on inside the handle.
“Yes, that’s good. A bit more. Yes!” I moaned or groaned. The probe buzzed and Bernie pushed further causing a second and louder moan of pleasure. “Ah, you have it. Right there! More. Press harder!” I now instructed in a raspy tone.
As he noted a perfect pre-cum stream now issuing forth from my cock, Doctor Martin continued his stroking and ball sack massaging. He could not help but notice how bright my cock knob was growing, almost a purple colour and swollen as it peeped out from my foreskin between Martin’s purposeful strokes.
Bernie admired my dazzling (his own words) nest of red pubes surrounding the base of my cock and how the hair worked its way right up my chest. Bernie lovingly stroked my legs and inner thighs, enjoying the furry man treasures. Then he removed the buzzing probe and fingered my very wet ass deeply until he reached a very swollen prostate, hard as a walnut.
“It’s extremely moist inside his ass! He’s going to go any second, Doctor,” Bernie concluded, letting his finger rest against this most sensitive zone while pushing the fingers of his other hand through the fuzzy forest of fur offered by my chest. Bernie reached one of my nipples and noted it was hard and firm. He decided to squeeze it and I smiled and winked up at him.
“Ha! Another zone of pleasure to explore,” Bernie blurted out.
I edged ever closer to an explosive orgasm. My cock throbbed and pulsed all the while creaming Doctor Martin’s expert fingers with delightful clear juice.
“For the sake of science, I must taste this pre-cum,” Doctor Martin announced with conviction. Quickly he placed his fingers to his lips and licked away the shiny cock juice. He greedily consumed more from his other hand and pronounced, “Bernie, this is the sweetest, purest pre-cum I have ever sampled. You must take a sample and see!”
“Don’t make me blush, boys.” The compliment was wonderful and I revelled in it.
Using his free hand, Bernie scooped up some of the juice puddle that had formed in by my belly button and tasted it carefully. “So true, Doctor! Perfectly sweet and delightfully pure!” he exclaimed with glee.
“I am going to cum!” I announced in a urgent tone.
“Wait! Hold back!” the doctor directed and he stopped stroking for a few seconds. “We are nearly done but Bernie was about to explore your nipples. This might be yet another key to your excess pre-cum situation,” the doctor added.
I breathed deeply and held back the ever building explosion. I tried in vain to divert my mind’s focus from the sensations I was feeling. It proved impossible as Bernie’s finger probed deep inside my ass, to rest deliciously upon that secret spot; the doctor’s warm hands working my turgid cock and balls skilfully all the while.
I believed I could hold off just a bit longer. Bernie moved his free hand now over to my left nipple and squeezed it firmly. I moaned softly and Bernie pinched tighter. Next Bernie moved over to the right nipple and pinched and rubbed it with purpose. I felt four distinct zones of pleasure now and it was fantastic! The doctor carried on with some gentle milking and yet more pre-cum continued to flow.
I rubbed Bernie’s face forcefully with my OTC socked foot which remained propped against the older man’s cheek. I slid my bold socked foot down to rest it against the throbbing mass located at Bernie’s crotch. I really loved the fact that both men were fully clothed in contrast to my own nakedness. Naked apart from the gold-toe socks which Bernie seemed to love! I moved my foot along the stiff member tenting Bernie’s pants, fully aware of the pleasure I was giving the doctor’s assistant.
“You are a very healthy man! The amounts of pre-cum you make are fantastic! Very healthy, nothing at all to be worried about,” the doctor exclaimed, his delight unashamedly obvious in both his voice and lustful smile of satisfaction.
It was at this point that Bernie had inserted another device into my yawning asshole. The new object was a thick, black and battery operated with a control at the base. Bernie switched it to high pulse and moved out from between my legs. I wriggled about on my back now to absorb totally the great vibes pulsing from this delightful vibrating toy.
Bernie sat in a chair near the head of the table and removed his black leather lace-up shoes. His sheer black socks looked from my vantage point to be very warm and moist. Bernie obviously loved to wear sexy socks to work and prayed for events like this to unveil them. Carefully he lifted a sheer socked foot up and placed it on my cheek! OH MY WORD!!!
My turn to worship and I had never done this, ever! Dreamt of it many times but as of now I had never done it.
I immediately noticed the strong aroma of Bernie’s sheer clad foot and moved my face sideways to enjoy the full effect. The scent, much like my own which I had been sniffing on my own socks for years, had that warm twang of leather and that sharp punch of aromatic manscent.
I felt myself being taken beyond that point of no return. The pulsing in my raging ass, the stroking of my rigid cock, the fingertip massage of each of my balls and now Bernie’s magnificently fragrant socks engulfed me in a rush of energy. Nuclear and volcanic! I pushed down on the vibrator which sent pulses up into my innermost being. Meanwhile, Doctor Martin added a pressured stroke to his cock massage that was truly astounding.
Cum gushed up and lathered the doctor’s still moving fingers. Cum spewed forth in a perfect set of explosions landing on my tummy and chest. Kabooooom! I blew like Vesuvius!
“Perfect response! Outstanding performance all around!” the doctor congratulated. I took a parting whiff of Bernie’s great (size ten) socked foot and smiled weakly up at the doctor. “Thanks so much! I feel amazing!” I stated in all honesty. Bernie stood up and replaced his shoes and tied his laces. “Always a pleasure to assist you, doctor!” Bernie added as he gently removed the buzzing vibrator from still twitching butt.
“A quick visit to our blood lab next week and your health exam is finished for this year,” Doctor Martin told me as I began to rise from the table. Bernie offered a wet paper towel and assisted in mopping the copious cum from my torso. Some was caught in my fur but that was to be expected in such a situation.
Doctor Martin left the room and sat at his desk in the outer room to record his findings on his computer and fill in some of my needed form.
Bernie shut the door. I stood completely naked apart from the gold-toed OTC black socks in front of an appreciative Bernie who smiled with please as he watched the slow demise of my erection. Bernie’s enjoyment of my much younger body before him was tinged with regret that his own aging body now lacked such appeal due to the inevitability of the aging process.
“It was a treat to examine you today with the doctor! I want to ask you if I may call round your home sometime just for a visit, if that’s ok with you?” Bernie coaxed gently.
“By all means, yes! Any night this week I am free, just drop by. My home address is on the medical form. I would really enjoy a little visit with you again!” I assured him, gathering my clothing while Bernie just stood watching. His eyes hungry and wanting more, more me I think!
I was about to put my loafers back on, when an idea struck me. I grasped my well loved black OTC socks and pulled them from my now moist pink feet. “Here, another little token from me to you for making today so special,” I said as I offered the treasured socks up to Bernie’s eagerly waiting hand. Bernie smiled broadly and moved the socks to his pocket for safe keeping.
He wanted to speak and I did too. I stammered a few thoughts at him.
“Bernie, the socks, I love them. They are an old favourite pair. OTC Gold toe and going a bit thin around the heel and ball of the foot. Is that ok?”
He moved close and smiled. He placed a firm strong hand on my hand.
“We never knew it was ok to like other guy’s feet and socks. Felt like some strange weirdo and then a moment like this happens and you find you are part of an exclusive club. There are lots of us out there, Rex Davenport. Lots.”
I almost whispered.
“Did you notice how you could almost see my foot through the sock fabric; it’s so worn in places. Kinda makes me horny, a well-worn dress sock.”
He closed his eyes and a moan escaped his lips.
“Yesss, I saw and later. Well, later tonight when I am home alone, I will stroke my cock and rub those hot socks of yours all over my fucking face until I blow. MMM, will I ever blow!”
I felt like I was dreaming, my body floated out to pick up my form from Doctor Martin.
I went home that day minus my musky scented socks but very much in the pink!
Please Bernie, call me. My mind is all caught up in what you said to me and I wonder just what more you can teach me. I want to learn, so much!
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I shall share more of my uncle’s memoirs soon. Love to hear from you. My many tales of Uncle Rex are always worth sharing!
DJXXX
